THE BIG BOOK OF LITTLE PEOPLE. A compendium by Joan M. Mas. Accompanied by excerpts of the Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims by Franรงois Duc de La Rochefoucauld.
Texts: Excerpts from Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims By FranĂ§ois Duc De La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marsillac. Translated from the Editions of 1678 and 1827 with introduction, notes, and some account of the author and his times. by J. W. Willis Bund, M.A. LL.B and J. Hain Friswell Simpson Low, Son, and Marston, 188, Fleet Street. 1871.
G The wonderful typefaces used to set the text in this book come from the collection of the Fell Types, digitally reproduced by Igino Marini (www.iginomarini.com).
G The illustrations belong to the dingbat series called Illustries and Bruegheliana, exclusively distributed by Typephases Dingbats & Fonts (vectoralia.com/typephases). All the illustrations in this book are ÂŠ2010 by Joan M. Mas. All rights reserved.
THE BIG BOOK OF LITTLE PEOPLE. is a forthcoming book with more than 1000 illustrations, selected from the pictorial typefaces called Absurdies, Ambush, Genteta, Illustries, Bruegheliana, Bizarries, Ombres and Whimsies by Typephases Dingbats and Fonts, drawn and digitized by Joan M. Mas. Its release will be announced on vectoralia.com/typephases.
Self-love is the greatest of flatterers.
The duration of our passions is no more dependant upon us than the duration of our life.
We do not like to praise, and we never praise without a motive. Praise is flattery, artful, hidden, delicate, which gratifies differently him who praises and him who is praised. The one takes it as the reward of merit, the other bestows it to show his impartiality and knowledge.
Self love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.
Whatever discoveries have been made in the region of self-love, there remain many unexplored territories there.
The passions are the only advocates which always persuade. They are a natural art, the rules of which are infallible; and the simplest man with passion will be more persuasive than the most eloquent without.
What we term virtue is often but a mass of various actions and diverse interests, which fortune, or our own industry, manage to arrange; and it is not always from valour or from chastity that men are brave, and women chaste.
Great and striking actions which dazzle the eyes are represented by politicians as the effect of great designs, instead of which they are commonly caused by the temper and the passions. Thus the war between Augustus and Anthony, which is set down to the ambition they entertained of making themselves masters of the world, was probably but an effect of jealousy.
The passions possess a certain injustice and self interest which makes it dangerous to follow them, and in reality we should distrust them even when they appear most trustworthy.
In the human heart there is a perpetual generation of passions; so that the ruin of one is almost always the foundation of another.
Passions often produce their contraries: avarice sometimes leads to prodigality, and prodigality to avarice; we are often obstinate through weakness and daring though timidity.
Whatever care we take to conceal our passions under the appearances of piety and honour, they are always to be seen through these veils.
Men are not only prone to forget benefits and injuries; they even hate those who have obliged them, and cease to hate those who have injured them. The necessity of revenging an injury or of recompensing a benefit seems a slavery to which they are unwilling to submit.
Our self love endures more impatiently the condemnation of our tastes than of our opinions.
The clemency of Princes is often but policy to win the affections of the people.
This clemency of which they make a merit, arises oftentimes from vanity, sometimes from idleness, oftentimes from fear, and almost always from all three combined.
Moderation is caused by the fear of exciting the envy and contempt which those merit who are intoxicated with their good fortune; it is a vain display of our strength of mind, and in short the moderation of men at their greatest height is only a desire to appear greater than their fortune.
The moderation of those who are happy arises from the calm which good fortune bestows upon their temper.
We have all sufficient strength to support the misfortunes of others.
The constancy of the wise is only the talent of concealing the agitation of their hearts.
Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.
Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils; but present evils triumph over it.
Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.
When great men permit themselves to be cast down by the continuance of misfortune, they show us that they were only sustained by ambition, and not by their mind; so that plus a great vanity, heroes are made like other men.
We need greater virtues to sustain good than evil fortune.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at without winking.
People are often vain of their passions, even of the worst, but envy is a passion so timid and shame-faced that no one ever dare avow her.
Jealousy is in a manner just and reasonable, as it tends to preserve a good which belongs, or which we believe belongs to us, on the other hand envy is a fury which cannot endure the happiness of others.
The evil that we do does not attract to us so much persecution and hatred as our good qualities.
We have more strength than will; and it is often merely for an excuse we say things are impossible.
If we had no faults we should not take so much pleasure in noting those of others.
Jealousy lives upon doubt; and comes to an end or becomes a fury as soon as it passes from doubt to certainty.
Pride indemnifies itself and loses nothing even when it casts away vanity.
If we had no pride we should not complain of that of others.
Pride is much the same in all men, the only difference is the method and manner of showing it.
It would seem that nature, which has so wisely ordered the organs of our body for our happiness, has also given us pride to spare us the mortification of knowing our imperfections.
Pride has a larger part than goodness in our remonstrances with those who commit faults, and we reprove them not so much to correct as to persuade them that we ourselves are free from faults.
We promise according to our hopes; we perform according to our fears.
Interest speaks all sorts of tongues and plays all sorts of characters; even that of disinterestedness.
Interest blinds some and makes some see.
Those who apply themselves too closely to little things often become incapable of great things.
We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.
A sampler of a forthcoming book that will collect more than a thousand original illustrations of peculiar people, peppered with some wisdom...